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 Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 01, 2008 10:48 pm
.Meeting Emmet.
The soldier's eyes were closed tightly, leaning on one leg while he pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand. He was frustrated, and he was thinking...probably not the best combination, but at least he was out in public. With a heavy sigh the man allowed his arms to drop to his sides, his dark eyes opening to stare at a price list in mild disgust.
It was a price list for different kinds of snake food, from crickets to various mice, both dead or alive. The man was standing in a petfood store.
He clearly wasn't happy about it, and he ran his fingers through his chin length chestnut hair, then moved to wipe his goateed mouth with his left hand. He shifted his weight from one leg to the next slowly, clearly unsure what to do at this point. Even the workers at the store were hesitant to give him assistance; he looked that unapproachable through this particular dilemma.
The mission of the day was to purchase some new clothing for the children but, somehow, they ended up being dragged into the petstore. Rather - Teeu had forced his way from his mothers grip and stomped his way into the store. She had smelled rabbits. Dagger on the other hand was about two seconds away from smacking her son on the back of his head.
Problem was that she couldn't FIND her son. Usually, it wasn't a problem; Dagger didn't much like children anyway. But Teeu was an unholy terror, ripping through flesh and paper and BITING and being so mean to the men in the family that Dagger worried about multiple lawsuits. The only reason she had brought the Hyena into public was because she didn't feel like making clothes for him from scratch.
"Teeu! Where the hell ARE you, you demonic little furball?!" The usually slow, seductive voice was an angry growl as Dagger stormed through the store. There were no sounds of screaming or mayhem - Teeu must have been in a good mood. "You!"
One pretty nail was pointed at the man at that point. It was light blue in polish.
"Have you seen a crazed, mohawked demonic piece of spotted fur?!"
Riley clearly wasn't in the mood to pay attention to the spazzing woman, and thus was successful in ignoring her...until, off course, he was pointed at. His head turned and he glared at her for a moment, not happy to have been pointed out, quite literally, for something he didn't care about. Sighing he shook his head no, but then he motioned away from him, deeper into the pet shop.
"There are animals back there, maybe check for your brat there. I think there is an overgrown white snake back there too." He told her sharply, his gaze back on the price list. He'd brought the snake boy with him, but he didn't much care for what the boy got into right now...he was still too unhappy about the strange turn of events that landed him with said snake boy.
Well, he was right at least. Said snake boy, with thin, messy whitish blue hair, a chubby tail for legs and completely without a nose, was currently pressing his face against the tank to a couple of other Ball Pythons, Pastel ones, both admiring and trying to figure out why they were so different.
"Overgrown white snake? So... you have a maggot on a leash?" Dagger, never one for being polite (or subtle) just frowned at being dismissed so readily. Granted, she wasn't dressed in lingirie but it wasn't as if she was smacking him upside the head or anything. He was being a jerk! She was a dominant, bossy little thing and he was completely brushing her off.
"You realize my hyena is going to eat your maggot, right?"
The maggot was currently being eyed up by the short hyena in question, surveyed like any piece of prey might. He smelled male! But he was pale and chubby and squirmy. He looked like food. He scooted out from behind the ferret enclosure, behind him, and gave him a sharp poke in the back.
"Something like that, minus the leash." Though it was a good idea. The tall man glanced around for an aisle that might have leashes. When he spotted one, he went back to looking at the list with disgust. If this really was what the kid would eat, he might as well make him starve. Clearly the soldier didn't notice the woman's discontent with his ignoring of her. "That might help me a lot, actually." He shrugged. Riley hadn't had the boy for long, perhaps a day or so.
Being young and enthralled in what he was doing, he at first didn't notice the hyena. He was looking at the snakes, giving a shiver when he realized how warm some of them were...and of course how cold he was starting to feel. It was about then that he was poked in the back, and the boy gave a strange yelp, something that sound more like a screaming hiss, and spun around to see what it was that poked him, but kept his back up tight against the tanks. Pure black eyes fell on the spotted boy and stared wide, his tongue flicking from his scaled lips. Predator, his instinct told him.
Then, more than anything, he started to look sick.
Teeu just stared at him for a long minute. He was a boy. Definately a boy. Hyenas, by definition, ate whatever the hell they could that was digestable. Snakes were digestable. But he was a Boy. Boy-Prey? A boy-prey that yelped and stared and - oooooh. He smelled scared. Lovely.
"Wha're you?" He demanded, little dark hands going to his hips, jaw raising a scant notch. Hell if he noticed the change in his expression. " 'M Teeu. Y'smell."
Emmet started a bit, his tail coiling tightly underneath him, fully ready to curl into a ball if he needed to. The situation had yet to call for it, and so he merely stared at the hyena, his slitted red pupils moving quickly over him. His tongue flickered out of his lips, frantically tasting the air around him.
"Emmet." He said shortly, pointing at himself. "You smell, too." The little leucistic said honestly; he smelled somewhat like a dog but not quite...it was a confusing stench, but he was the first person he'd ever met to emit that particular smell. He was the most scary one he'd ever met so far, too. "Feel sick." He told him shortly, holding his hands on his stomach.
"M heena. Hi-eena." He had to repeat the word, slowly rolling it over his tongue. It was a good word, apparently, since it's what he was. And Teeu? Teeu kicked quite a bit of a**. The tongue-flicking was interesting enough for him to get distracted and then - sick?
Teeu made a face and hopped a step back from the unhappy little reptile. "G'bathroom! S'where y'go'an get sick!" Hyenas eat vomit but there was that bit of human in here that idn't wat to see the snake puke over everything. "Where's th'bathroom?"
"Oh. Python." He said quickly after she said her animal rather than her name - or so he assumed. Emmet couldn't pronounce his real species, but he could get out Python! The little leucistic looked relieved as she stepped back...though just a little bit. His hands dropped from his stomach. "No need, Will be okay." He admitted quietly, though he glanced around for the bathroom. "No bathrooms anyway." Black eyes fell back on the Hyena, and he licked his lips slowly. "What're you doin' here?"
Python? What in the glowing green hell was a python? Obviously something that was prey with no legs and, really, that was good enough for her. Granted, the declaration of no bathrooms made him frown fiercely - he WANTED there to be a bathroom here, damnit!
"Wan' prey. Bouncy." he grinned fiercely, little fangs glinting in the false lighting of the store. "Warm. Yum. Wha'you?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:06 pm
An Unexpected Call
It seems D-Corp has contacted you and told you to bring your child in for a check up immediately. Very little information was given to you over the phone other than the fact that it was critical that they be brought in as soon as possible.
Once at D-Corp you are directed to Dr. Acklin's office. He's running about writing things down and clicking away at some keyboards. Once he notices you he seats you and your child down immediately to take a blood sample.
The sample is run right away in the back of the office the doctors face in the computer screen the whole while. After almost an hour of being told to wait patiently the test results are finally done and you are told you are free to leave. No information is given as to why you were so urgently called in however you were assured that your child is perfectly healthy and that there is no reason for alarm.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:16 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:17 pm
[response to the metanessness]
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 9:01 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 12:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 9:50 pm
 To Whom It May Concern, Teeu is not the most obediant of children - so that's what you get from him. He's been a loud, willful, arrogant, violent little thing, so thanks so much for depositing him on my doorstep. Either way, he eats everything known to man, unless it's made of veggies. This includes, but is not limited to, clothing, shoes, my tables, my HAIR, Emi's hands, Lian's tail, and an unfortunate incident involving Rakha's handcuffs. Teeu has nothing that's really 'special' to him - not like how Lian has his skateboard or Emi had her ballet, her little black dresses. It's actually really weird, and I kind of worry about it, but he'll get violent on other children if I try to push him into something. Maybe this is something you guys can help with - any extra cirriculars with kids who won't bend to the little psycho? We've chopped off most of his hair, only leaving about three inches at the longest at the top. You guys probably already knew this, but the line of hair goes down to his mid-shoulders. It's actually really cool. Anyway! His hair has been cut short and Teeu lets me spike it up so he's kind of rocking the punk look. This, of course, isn't helped by the love of plaid. He'll only wear red-plaid, baggy pants, often with thick black clunky boots. He loves the straps that go on them and won't wear anything else. There's not much else to tell, I suppose. He's... nuts. Hoping that growing a little will help with the personality. Thanks. -Dagger Kuseth. ((Pants: http://www.angryyoungandpoor.com/store/pc/catalog/products/clothes/sickboynfpants.jpgBoots: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2473/3674066170_91f9566375.jpg buuut in black))
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